My chest rose and fell heavily, anger coursing through my veins as a reflection of stared back at angrily.
"Why would you do that... Why did you even do that?" I muttered under my breath, my hands tightening around the edges of the sink.
But Beowulf didn’t reply. I slamd my palm against the counter.
"I said how could you?" My voice cracked.
I didn’t know what this ant. I didn’t want to know. Was it just a bite? A mont of instinct? Or was it sothing else entirely? My hands curled around the sink again, holding on like it would stop the world from spinning.
Beowulf had never fought like that before. And he had never tried to take control without warning. He didn’t just want to touch her...He wanted to claim her... he fucking marked her.
But she’s not my mate, she can’t be. Right?
I shook my head, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from my face. My body was still stilled from what we just did. From the way she looked at before she passed out, there was no hatred in her eyes. Just... sothing softer, and that terrified more than any enemy ever could.
I inhaled sharply, ruffling my hair. I stepped back into the room.
She was still lying unconscious, the sheets tangled around her legs. Her chest rose and fell softly, but the faint flush on her cheeks was already fading. I sat beside her, brushing a hand gently over her hair.
"You’re a ss," I muttered, but my voice ca out too gentle and unsure for my liking.
I leaned closer, careful not to startle her. My gaze dropped to the bite mark. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the area was red and tender. My fingers hovered near it, but I didn’t touch it. I didn’t deserve to.
"I didn’t an to hurt you," I whispered.
She stirred slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words ca out.
I stood unmoving in my spot. My brows narrowed at her sleeping fra. ’If only she hadn’t talked about getting a mate... I wouldn’t have lost control. But what is wrong with ? If Alpha Allison and the elders find out... this could destroy everything I’ve been working on.’
Beowulf remained silent now. And I knew it wasn’t out of guilt, but satisfaction. That made it worse. He’d gotten what he wanted. I had lost control, and she was the one paying for it.
I glanced at her one last ti before pulling the blanket over her carefully. Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, her lashes trembling like she was stuck in a dream she couldn’t wake from.
Maybe she’ll hate when she opens her eyes.
.......
(Ember POV)
My whole body ached. Every bone, every muscle, every inch of felt like I had been hit by a damn bulldozer. I groaned as I shifted under the covers, the soft fabric brushing against my skin making wince.
’What the heck... or was it a machine gun?’
I blinked a few tis, trying to adjust to the morning light seeping through the curtains. My mind felt heavy, like it was wrapped in fog, but flashes of the night before kept flickering through. The way he touched . The things he whispered. The way I scread his na like it was the only word I knew. Just rembering it made my cheeks flush hot.
’Damn, that was the hottest night ever.’
I buried my face into the pillow and let out a small breath.
’What the hell did we do, I can’t even move my ?’
I turned slightly, hoping to stretch out my limbs, but a sharp sting pulsed through my neck, stopping cold. I whimpered, my fingers flying to the spot.
It burned like sothing had broken the skin. I traced the area slowly, wincing again. My heart dropped a little as everything ca rushing back at once.
His fangs. His silvery eyes. And the growl in his voice when he said his na wasn’t Damon, but Beowulf.
"If a werewolf bites your neck during mating... isn’t that their mark to show others that he had mated? Am I marked?" I whispered to no one.
’Oh no... this is getting out of hand. This could ruin everything for .’
I turned again, slower this ti, and my eyes drifted to the other side of the bed. The sheets were rumpled and still warm, but Damon was nowhere to be seen.
"Did that psycho just bulldoze and run away?" I muttered under my breath.
I stared at the space for a mont. Part of had expected him to be there, maybe watching with that unreadable expression of his. But it was just alone, in his bed, still sore and still confused about everything that had happened.
I pulled the blanket tighter around . My body felt used, sore in places I never imagined, but it wasn’t just the physical pain that made my chest heavy. It was the silence and the emptiness.
I can’t believe he left just like that.
I turned my face toward the pillow again, his scent still clinging to it. Musky, warm, a little woodsy. And sohow comforting. I hated how I found comfort in it, hated that a part of still wanted him to co back.
’What does this even an?’
’Did he regret it? Was it just sex for him? Or did that bite... an sothing more?’
I didn’t know. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Tears burned the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away. I refused to cry.
Still... my hand slid up to my neck again, touching the sore spot gently. My heart thudded loudly and unsure.
"Beowulf," I whispered.
I looked down at myself, and that was when I realized I had clothes on. ’Who changed my clothes... I swore I was naked last night.’
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